A Fable

By Anna Maria Hong
Purveyor of  rot and whatnot,
entrepreneur of  I forgot,
with wrists hard as hammers — 
that birthmark a slot — 

grip it, strip it, flip it hard — 
ramp my shard.
If  fear be sexy, a synch
& a match — 

Gone the way of  wax & worms — 
gone like November 2011 — 
sweet by nature, mean by culture — 

“Goodbye, luck, you idiot,”
said the Fox to the Grapes.
“I love you,” replied the Grapes.

Source: Poetry (April 2013).


This poem originally appeared in the April 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

April 2013
 Anna Maria Hong


Anna Maria Hong earned a BA in philosophy at Yale University and an MFA in creative writing from the University of Texas at Austin’s Michener Center for Writers. Her poems have been published in many journals and anthologies, including 250 Poems: A Portable Anthology (2012) and The Best American Poetry 2013. Hong served as a Bunting Fellow in Poetry at Harvard University’s Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study in 2010-2011 and . . .

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